Un assassin voulant mourir car il ne ressent plus aucune émotions. Il se réincarne dans le monde de The witcher.
Que fera t-il, sauveras t-il le monde ou il massacrera toutes les personnes qu'il croise.

When it comes dow to it, this book is your holy grail of uncanny humor. But do you ever ask yourself "What if I die like that?" Would you enjoy the way you go out or would you not, it is all up to you. But for now you are alive so sit back and enjoy the next chapter of 1000 Ways To Dieeeeee.

Date: September 9, 2013
Location: St. Louis, Missouri 

Brian is a serial drunk driver who had been doing time in the slammer for vehicular manslaughter, but now he's out on parole and on another drunken rampage. He, like most convicted drunks when they get paroled, somehow got around having an Ignition Interlock Device installed in his car. After blowing a red light, he crashes his car and is mistakenly pronounced dead at the scene. When authorities find out he is an organ donor after finding his suspended driver's license, they bring him to the hospital to remove his organs while he is still alive. The frontal area of his brain which controls speech, were down. However the back of his brain which controls touch and balance and other vital areas lived. Brian was having his organs removed feeling every scrape, scratch, and touch, but couldn't yell or speak. He felt every cut and heard every word .The doctors never find out he is not dead yet and took out his heart, finally causing his death, which then they put the removed bones onto his corpse for him to be closed up. Brian used to drive around dead-drunk. Now he's just another... dead drunk.
Way To Die #957: Early Harvest 

Date: August 14, 2008
Location: Newark, NJ

Nicky, a.k.a. "The Predicament", was a hard, loud, and obnoxious man. He liked to work on his 1985 Chevrolet Camaro, operating cooling fans next to his fake gold necklace, smoking next to exposed gas, and risking being crushed under his car. One day, he was working under his car, with ear-splitting loud music. His wife kept telling him to turn it down, but he wouldn't listen. This man had no concern for anyone else around him. He was screaming at his wife (like she could hear him). Nicky was about to learn first hand why they call it "death metal". When he accidentally rolled out from under his car on his dolly & landing right in the spinning wire bristles of a street sweeper. His music was playing so loud, he didn't hear the street sweeper coming. The bristles flayed Nicky & tore up his muscles & body, the bristles then shred Nicky to mulch, then he was sucked into the 3.5 cubic yard hopper. Coupled with the wheels that crushed his skull. Ultimately he died from exanguination, injury, blood loss, crushing, & pulverization. In the end, Nicky's blood and skinned arm and leg, and a strip of long intestine remained on the street, much to the horror of the woman. Nicky was one crude rude dude. It was high time that fate stepped in and gave him...the brush-off."
Way To Die #523: Jersey Gore

Date: October 3, 1996- November 1996
Location: Purvis, Mississippi 

Cooter was an old redneck; he loved nothing more than booze, guns and welfare checks he regularly receives from the government. Before getting even more drunk, he had some work to do as the fall and winter seasons hit; he had to hit the wood-splitter to make some firewood, but he is so drunk, he breaks his arm by getting it caught in the machine. Rather than spend his welfare money on a real doctor, Cooter saw himself as a do-it-yourselfer, deciding to apply a homemade cast to himself, but he makes two mistakes: he didn't reset his broken bone the right way and he made the cast too tight. A month later, Cooter is ready to remove the cast and asks his daughter, Tammy, to help him operate the table saw to get the job done. When Cooter takes off the cast, fat globules of bone marrow leaked into his bloodstream and caused an embolism in his heart. Cooter was dead within seconds, leaving Tammy freaked out. The only thing to say about Cooter: he was a worthless, mean-spirited drunk. Y'all don't come back now, you hear?
Way To Die #132: Cast Offed

Date: June 9, 2008
Location: Parker Strip, AZ

This is the story of Jasmine and Janine. Jasmine is a bisexual real estate agent notorious for having sex with her clients. At that point, she meets and seduces Janine; she was wealthy and prospective customer and also, a lesbian. After a tour of the house, pool, and eventually the laundry room, they strip and have sex on top of the dryer. Jasmine and Janine's movements cause its improperly-connected fuel line to come loose and unhook, causing the room to fill with highly-flammable natural gas. Janine noticed the smell, but it was too late. When the water heater turns on, it ignites the gas and sets off an explosion that kills both women instantly. Real estate is a tricky business. One minute the prices are going down, and the next thing you know.. they're sky high
Way To Die #413: Les-boned

Date: June 16, 2005
Location: Rockford, IL

Two aspiring amateur wrestlers named Stink Face and Dirt Bomb with dreams of going pro assault each other with increasingly insane objects, including fluorescent light bulbs. During practice, one wrestler slashes his partner in the chest with a weed whacker. The first wrestler collapses and dies. Stink Face and Dirt Bomb did not realize it but fluorescent bulbs contain a mercury vapor. When Stink Face sucked the mercury in, the mercury caused his air sacs to turn black, along with his lungs and heart. The mercury also entered his blood stream through the open staple wounds on his chest. Stink Face and Dirt Bomb were talentless, clueless, and now one of them...is lifeless.
Way To Die #597: Tapped Out

Date: August 14, 2002
Location: Olathe, Kansas 

Mel was a mean and nasty mailman. Not only did he deliver the mail, but he also read it. One night, he moonlighted as a dunk tank target at a local carnival. He was able to embarrass the people he delivered the mail to so much that they kept on missing the target. However, Mel picked the wrong dunk tank because this one came equipped with a fuse box to keep the water warm. Overtime, the balls repeatedly hit the fuse box for the tank's water heater, damaging the wiring until it made contact with the water, electrifying it (in other words, Mel was one dunk away from an electrifying death, though he didn't know it). Then, a new customer, Daniel Phan, took a turn (Mel only knew his name, but didn't know he spent two years playing baseball in Japan) and landed a perfect bulls-eye. Mel fell into the tank and was electrocuted to death, sending the mean and nasty mailman to hell where he belongs and as he deserves. Mel was a mean and nasty mailman. If he was able to read the last letter sent by the authors of 1000 Ways to Die, he'd be shocked. Dear Mel, YOU'RE DEAD!
Way To Die #285: Mail-Order-Fried

Date: September 17, 2002
Location: Provo, Utah 

Cedric, a rock star (who looks like Keith Richards) and notorious drug addict, freaks out when he runs out of drugs and his band gets stranded in a dry town, until one of his roadies suggests that he try jenkem, which is when you get high off the fumes from fecal matter. When Cedric is no longer able to defecate, he finds a port-a-potty, sticks his head in, and gets high, but suffers from a brownout and loses consciousness. Because his head is still in the toilet, he asphyxiates from lack of oxygen and excess of methane gas to his hemoglobin. The moral of the story? never get high on your own supply.
Way To Die #330: Toilet Cleaned 

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Date: February 11, 1990
Location: Daytona Speedway, FL 

Paramedic Mike Staley was chosen to be stationed at the Daytona Speedway to save the life of racers. After a racer loses control over his vehicle it crashes into Staley, sending him flying through the air with the car nearly running him over after hitting the ground. Paramedics had to fly him to a nearby hospital in hope that he wouldn't die from his injuries before he hits the hospital. Surgeons had to literally put him back together and who'd thought, Staley was still alive and serious injuries were prevented."For Staley it was the worst and luckiest day all at once"
Way To Live #221: Raced Out






Dying is a really somber event...BUT NOT HERE LMAO. Death has never been so...Wrong, so...right, so...FUNNY. 1000 Ways To Die takes you into the science of unbelievable deaths with medical shit and dark humor.


  
               What kind of dreams does everyone get? A good one or a worst nightmare, and how bad a nightmare can be. It's just a nightmare, so there is nothing to worry. But, just suppose that your nightmare turns out to be your reality. It will be bad, worse and something you can't fight coz' you are scared of it. I had a nightmare, probably the worst one anyone can get. I was just eight years when I got it. I screamed like I was caught by a ghost. They came running to my room, and when I said that I had a nightmare and about it, the next thing was packing my bags to drop me off at my grandpa's home. They never visited me again. It was bad. And now, the weird shit. I stopped to get the nightmares and instead of that I saw the future, about tomorrow. My grandpa works in a bank, he was going to retire next week. I never said him that I can see tomorrow. I made good trustworthy friends in Juneau; to be honest I made only two friends while the rest looked at me like a weirdo. The day came when my grandpa has to retire. But I was tensed like hell. I saw him getting killed in my dream trying to save the civilians from the muggers. He laughed at me when I said it, I was just twelve years and he thought that I watched movies too often. It happened just like in my dream; I wished that I got a nightmare instead of future. 
                                  That evening, I sat alone with my grandma. She said that I was special. I realized it lately. That night while we were at dinner someone rang the doorbell. My grandma saw them through a keyhole and came back to me. She took me to her room, gave me some money and said one word "Run!" and so I did. I ran as fast as I can. I never understood what it was. The house blew up and none came to see it. It was like the thing never happened. The cops were looking at me like I was a stranger. It was a whole new reality. I moved away from the city and lived in a place away from Juneau. I lived as a nomad, picking up books that are thrown away, working in café, and everything for living. It was when I reached Rockford, working in a café, the owner showed mercy and allowed me to stay at night and also arranged for my education. He looked at me like I was his family. The nightmare's came to an end. I thought that a new life was waiting for me.

What if your dream becomes your reality?
It will be a great fantasy or a worst nightmare.



(Reginas POV) 

"ok" emmas said wait what why would she say year she barely knows me "ummm Emma why why would you want to stay with me I don't under" Emma cut her off "look I know I don't know you and believe me I would rather be somewhere other than with you but if it's a choice of you or that woman that calls me her child id rather the lesser of two evils" Emma snapped regina stepped back "oh really well maybe I should just let you stay in your car after all"regina snapped "oh says the woman who tried to kill me, of course you would rather freeze in my car then maybe I will" shit regina thought no she can't let her stay in the car she knows Mary wouldn't be happy that Emma would rather not stay with her but at least if she stayed with regina she would know she was safe and warm she took a deep breath "no look I'm sorry I I shouldn't have said that look come stay with me I have a spare room it warm and safe please it's the least I can do" Emma was quiet for a bit but then "fine but I don't like it and I won't be there long I'm gonna get my own place maybe even move town whatever" god this woman has though to get through knocking on the door David comes in "hey honey how are you feeli" Emma cut him off "make sure that woman doesn't come in with you I don't want her her me" his mouth open "i may not have all my memories or even remember how I ended up here but I do remember why and what she said she's no mother of mine" god that was harsh regina thought as she seen the unshed tears in Davids' eyes "um yyyes ok honey il um il go tell her"leaving the room "Emma are you sure bout this you know you could just go home and try" Emma again cut her off "no fuck her im done I just want to be left alone I don't want this im bad enough I can't remember a chunk of my life im aching all over I have been his with a car and in a car accident thanks to you can no one understand that!!!" she shouted regina looked away god she would never forgive her for the car accident "Im sorry I shouted look I just rather get out of here and away from my mother ok please" Emma said trying to get Regina to look at her "ok il go get the doctor and see when we can take you home or umm my house yes il just go" regina said after her slip up Emma just looked at her and nodded god she was beautiful when she was like that. 

(A half hour later) 

"Emma this is Dr Hood" who the hell was this a man with greying hair kind of good looking altho he did look a bit constipated held out his hand Emma didn't take it "ok, ..Emma" he was cut off "Ms Nolan" "Excuse me" a stupid look on his face "Ms Nolan Dr Hood I am your patient, not your friend please address me as such" looking uncomfortable Emma didn't know why she had said that but she just didn't like him or the way the gorgeous brunette was looking at him why she didn't know but right know she didn't like him "Right yes of course" he said a look of embarrassment on his face ha Emma thought to herself Regina moving to look out the window "ok so it seems you got off lucky Ms Nolan" he said looking at her chart "just a bit of bruising not internal damage how is your memory and signs of anything coming back any flashes or dreams?" ha yeah like il tell him my dreams "no nothing few flashes here and there but they don't make any sense at the moment" she looked away going red in the cheek god dammit the brunette turns to her "what type of dreams maybe talking about them will help" "no id rather not so can I go?" she asks the doctor "oh um yeah yes Ms Nolan you may go il give you friend a top up of your pills for the pain and you can be on your way and still" Emma interupts "yeah yeah still need to go to my check ups yada yada" he made his leave regina about to follow "um Regina?" the blonde calls her she comes to a stop in front of the bed the doctor also stops "shall I wait or?" "im sure you can get a nurse to drop my pills off doc," Emma said smartly giving him a look "oh um yes of course" leaving the two woman alone "what's wrong?" Emma just looks at her "what?" "you called me back?" "Oh um I just wanted to make sure that um ehh its ok that I stay with you" she looked away "oh Emma yes of course it is why wouldn't it be you are my best friends daughter" "oh um yeah uh thanks I guess I should get dressed and ready to go the nurse should be back with my pills any minute she got up and started to strip "oh um yes il um il leave yyyou to it" regina blushing the tough of that woman naked or even semi-naked she couldn't she left red-faced and waited in the hall for the girl closing the door behind her she was looking at her phone and then suddenly Dr Hood was there looking at her she smiled politely "hey is there something wrong why are you standing out here all alone?" smiling at her "um Emma is getting dressed so I came out here to give her privacy" "oh cool hey um I was wondering if maybe I could tell you to dinner sometime" looking at her "oh um well im rather busy and shall be for a while as im going to have to catch up on the work I missed while being out of office um" his smile fell "oh yeah of course of course il just give you these for Ms Nolan" he handed her the bag and began to walk away she really didn't want to go out with him she was bisexual but just ughh she felt so bad so she said "hey doctor good?" he turned "maybe one dinner won't hurt how bout I take your number and give you a call when im free?" his smile even wider than before "oh yea that would be wonderful" handing over his card just then Emma walked out "hey what's doc doing here and what's that?" "oh that's his business card he was just giving me your prescription" Emma looked at them both red faces "hmm yeah ok thanks" Emma said snatching both card and bag from Regina "oh um no that's not thats" Dr Hood tried to take it from Emma "hmm Dr Robin Hood oh man were you bullied as a kid for that?" Emma laughed again the doctor began to walk away "um look I gotta go other patients but see you around Regina, Ms Nolan" he was gone "hes so weird" Emma said walking down the hall bag in hand heading to go home with Regina "oh god this is gonna be hard both Emma and Regina thought at the same time.

Regina and Mary Margaret newly best friends as Regina has only lived in Storybrooke for the last 6 months to become mayor of this small town goes to Boston for a night away from all the stress her life brings her but what happens when Regina finds herself in an all girls bar just for curiosity.... I do not own any characters from OUAT there is a bit of angst hope you enjoy

Never in her dreams, Nam Ji Yeon could guess that a short rabbit could punch her like that. He runs like a wild cat, jumps like a rabbit, and lands his punch right on her face. It isn't the worst for her. She has been hurt like this a lot during her training with her father and siblings. 

"What do you eat?" Seo Tae Il shakes his hand. His hand is hurting like he has punched an iron wall. "Is your face made up of brick?"

"Don't say a word." She points her finger at him and holds her jaw with the other hand.

"You are at fault here." Seo Tae Il is incensed again. "You will meet Eun Ji and explain everything to her. You have to apologize to her."

"Do you think that she will take you back if I apologize?" She looks at him in a funny way. Seo Tae Il pinches his lips. He wants to poke those twin half moon shaped eyes for looking at him like that.

"Relax, hah!" Nam Ji Yeon leans back. "I will apologize to her since I have wronged her."

Seo Tae Il doesn't trust her at all. His forehead creases. Nam Ji Yeon chuckles when she sees him like that. Wild kitten!

She stands up and looks at her phone. "I should have her number here...I will just call her."

"You will apologize to her face to face." Seo Tae Il jumps on his feet and grabs her wrist. "You will give her a formal apology. You will tell her why you did it."

"Okay." She doesn't like that he is holding her wrist casually like that. "After that, you will apologize for hitting me."

Seo Tae Il smirks. "Why would I? I am someone who is fighting for my ex-girlfriend's honour."

"Did you hear your words? EX-GIRLFRIEND's Honor?" Nam Ji Yeon looks at him with disbelief. She looks like she heard a joke. Seo Tae Il is too mad to reply.

"By the way, you should work on your punch."

"I don't want you to advise me." They start walking toward Geum Eun Ji's home. "My punch was good enough. It accomplished its task. It hurt you well."

"My wound will heal in three days. But, you sprained your thumb." She points at his hand. "You should keep your thumb outside like this." 

She shows him her fist. "See? If you keep it inside, you will badly injure it next time."

Seo Tae Il stares at her fist and tries to make the same form, but his thumb hurts. He frowns deeply. This isn't good for him. 

"Rather than punching, focus on hitting with your legs. You are short. You need to exercise more to make your body stronger."

He finds himself listening to her advises intently. This Choi Ji Min knows how to fight. Then, why didn't she punch him back? Why should he listen to this bastard? This person is the cause behind his breakup with Eun Ji.

"Keep your mouth shut." Seo Tae Il scolds Nam Ji Yeon. "We will run to Eun Ji's house." 

He grabs her hand with his left hand and starts dragging her along with her. They find Eun Ji just outside her house. She is coming back from her singing school. She is shocked to see Seo Tae Il and Nam Ji Yeon together.

"Did you fight with him?" Her eyes bulge out when she sees Nam Ji Yeon's swollen jaw. Seo Tae Il is hurt when he sees her like that, but he pretends like he doesn't care. Nam Ji Yeon feels guiltier. She steps forward and gives her a deep bow.

"I am sorry for playing with your feelings, Geum Eun Ji." She speaks in a solemn voice. "I was given money to break up the relationship between you and Lee Ha Won."

Geum Eun Ji is at loss for the words. It is true that Choi Ji Min flirted with her, but she never liked her. Besides, she always found her quite shady since the beginning.

"Ji Min Oppa, you are misunderstanding something. I was never interested in you."

Both Seo Tae Il and Nam Ji Yeon stare at her with a puzzled expression. 

Geum Eun Ji looks at her with pity. "I went out with Seo Tae Il. I think that he already told you that. I was never interested in you. I treated you nicely because you seemed like you desperately wanted to be my friend. I didn't break up with him because of you."

"..." Nam Ji Yeon's jaw is still hurting. She feels like cursing someone right now. Geum Eun Ji holds back her laugh when she sees her expression. 

"Then, why?" Seo Tae Il asks suddenly. "I thought that you left me for him."

"Tae Il, I..." She looks down at her feet. "My feelings changed a long time ago. I am sorry, but I don't like you anymore. The gap between us is too big."

Seo Tae Il smiles at her sadly. "Did you already find someone else?"

She doesn't meet his gaze. "Yes."

Seo Tae Il grabs Nam Ji Yeon's hand. He drags her away from Geum Eun Ji and her house. They stop after they reach a quiet street. It is already dark. She notices his back tremble weakly. She stands behind his back and covers his eyes with her hand.

"If you want to cry, you can cry." She whispers in his ears. "Nobody is watching. I am standing behind you. I cannot see your tears either."

Seo Tae Il's silent tears wet Nam Ji Yeon's hand. She doesn't ask any question or offers any word of sympathy. She rests her chin on Seo Tae Il's head, leaning on him with her hand covering Seo Tae Il's eyes. His back slightly leans on her and feels her warmth. Her scent soothes him down. He smiles and thinks how ridiculous it was. Earlier, he has been blaming her for his break up. Now, she is the one who was comforting him.

Just then, her stomach growls. 

"Was that an earthquake?" He asks and snorts. 

"Tch! You owe me." She wipes her hand on his shirt. "Apologize for punching me."

Seo Tae Il is feeling better now. His heart feels lighter.

"Even if you are not the cause of my breakup, your actions are still wrong." He tells her sternly. But, he ends up grinning when she widens her eyes. "You deserved my punch. You are the evil couple breaker."

"..." This boy is not worth it. Today is the last day. She will not see him ever again. He should disappear from her life. 

"You better stop your dangerous services now, Choi Ji Min." He steps closer to her. "Else, I will do much more than punching."

"Hey!" She grabs his head when he tries to reach for her jaw. "What did I ever do to you? Why don't you go on with your life and forget that I exist?"

"Because I hate trashes like you." Seo Tae Il tells her with a beautiful smile. "You are cheating the girls and making them fall for you. Then, you are making them break up with their boyfriends. These actions are not right."

Nam Ji Yeon snorts when she hears him. She bends her knees to lower down to his eye level and looks into his eyes.  "I am two years older than you. So, you better call me Sunbae or Hyung. "

"In your dreams." He rolls his eyes. "You are not doing anything that demands respect."

She ignores him and walks away, whistling a song from a popular animated show. Seo Tae Il watches her back until she disappears, sighing and wondering what he should do.

(Completed) A love story between a spunky reborn cursed witch and a black-bellied shaman. 

Fang Aisa died and returned to the time when she was fifteen.

There are more than 100 reasons to avoid him, but why did she want to see him again?

Hmph, she will avoid the devil. She will live her life the way she wants.

But, why can she suddenly see dead people after her rebirth?

MC: Witchy Powers? Curse? Gods? Are you kidding me? 

ML: I am your gigolo.

MC: Who wants someone like you? I am into older men.

ML: Can you run away from me? 

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****Full list of my novels*******

Novels with Interconnected Worlds:

1. The Love That Remains (Completed)

2. His Mischievous Time-Traveler: How to capture a celebrity husband? (Completed)

3. His Devious Harbinger: How To Tame A Wicked God? (Completed)

4. Supernatural Investigation 101: Chronicles of Nakashima Wakana 

5. When A Ghoul Falls In Love

6. Hunting for a Husband in a Vampire Apocalypse

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Her Wicked CEO: How To Seduce A Hikikomori Wife?

Miss Chicken & Her Mister

The Villainous Emperor is My Pet? (Available on Goodnovel.com)

Bad x Bad: My Dear Hana (Available on Goodnovel.com)

The early 1am is greeted with weather report, death counts, food menu for breakfast and what sections are to be avoided today. Additionally was the announcement of the clinic opening within the hour and some general rules for the residents to follow when interacting with the newest crew. A few reminders to some folks that new people are not toys or a new food source. 

A quick coffee to warm up, the frist coffee I had in a very long time and being mortified with the first eight whom were already in the waiting room. My brother had been sorting it all out while I was getting ready. 

The first patient had a tumor, on going returning cancer that wasn't curable. The DNA of the cancer was now included within the Ddc198. So at best, it was going to be a lifetime of returning until the Ddc198 could be rewritten. The patient knew about the cancer - the human side had been a long time survivor but not of the DNA capture issue. They look forward to when I could figure out a way to have the cancer DNA sections removed. They didn't want any changes to their body. This meant not touching up any horrific looking areas like having the heart surfacing the chest area and the missing skin in some areas. The face that was half melted human and half sloth. There is spare sloth limbs and the sloth organs crossing human ones. 

System note: timestamp; Ddc198 activity within host is at 74 percent. Trigger is 93 precent. 

The oddity is that organs were matched up, put together will continually trend with everyone else. 

The frist 8 were extreme looking. The eyes hung out, skull morph mixes, nonhuman organs at places that didn't help them and the dental work.... a lot of dental care around here. More time cleaning cavities and sewing gum areas then other body areas. There was a little jaw rewiring for two of them - allowing use once more. A tiger dental had issues before being altered, and was the last of the morning eight. Taking the longest. 
 
Poison system timestamps notice: Ddc198 activity at 84%, c1a at 93% (actively removal of invasive changes) and c2a is at 49% (computer signal inputs responsive from three rooms away). 

The end of the early morning came to the medication hand outs. Having small talk about why each needed the drugs they were on. There wasn't much change of what they were taking but dosages were remeasured for them. 

System notice, timestamps: Ddc198 dropped to 43%, c1a raised to 99% (converting shape) and c2a at 84% (high traffic with data search and photo analysis). 

Lunch was limb talks, 4 very different types. From a fin removed from the spine. Removal of small human arms that were boneless flesh nubs. The worst was a fused limbs... to many joints going the wrong directions and stopping on locked poses. They ended up with being left with big thoughts for a later surgery. That we took a lot of images that needed processing. The last before lunch was just a talker whom had concerns with a internal limb... there is a portion of human folding into itself, cutting circulation with that limb. 

 System notice: (data redacted) 

The poor circulation is a second trend among them and there isn't any fix for it. The mix of ages in one body comes with challenges that has to be taken into account - including the condition of the multiple hearts in rhythm of each other. Its normal that all connected lungs and hearts work in rhythm together; regardless of how matter added or lost. 

By late evening was the nocturnal residents. Mostly dental, jaw shapes and medication adjustments. Not a lot of problems with predictable conditions and lifestyle choices. There was about 2 whom will need a long term talk about organ clashing, scanning and diet care. 

It was a lot of researching into exotic creature conditions, thankfully documented online and in most vet networks. The later evening was sorting tissue samples, checks with blood works and some cell photo capture. A lot of different conditions being researched and gaining appreciation towards veterinarians. They generalized conditions for all species and recognize it regardless of the body shape or orgin of adaptive features. 

This makes for the last additions of notes before heading to sleep. Early morning calls means for early sleep when possible. Hope for no repeat nightmares. Sort as forced I was into deep sleep, I am still trapped within my dreams of making sense of the monsters around during the day and my fears shaped as them. I have been making my own health care records clear with my system and brother. At a basic level I know they worry... but it still feels empty sometimes. I have tried to speak about my issues with them... but I don't think they understand it. 

Maybe I might someone here whom does... I just need to be careful of whom or what that is. I doubt that the understanding feels enough sometimes even with my new clients. All this stress is really eating away some of me. I am glad I have summer away from here, as in off site staying. 

At somepoint I will stop having heart attacks when a client shows face when I don't expect it. Being reminded of their origin makes a difference... I will have a pictures set somewhere for that peace. It may even help me over come my fear. 

Poison system interest - Download of four different known biological weapons may help with hosts mission to help the ill and weakened. Risk... to high. Alter data as reported illnesses from other races... considerable. Risk still high but manage able. Given more monitoring of host action to situation changes before data is gifted. 

System question... what is the purpose of all this? Does what host do now have impacted towards administrator plans? Yes. Assistance of this help? Yes. Are these creatures going to be worth the efforts? Answer can't be calculated. Need time and results of blood samples. 'No point in saving what will be wasted' administrator 4 in historical data. 

System having a radical change of preferences since given permission to think for itself. Need input... opinion... ask jackle of things. Risks are low. Worth a try. 

This was originally a delicious box of old scrap personal diaries that follow a stranger. Although as the further into the books I became, I had the urge in seeking the rest of it. 

Given this was a time of machines. I had my luck in finding the right souls. A sort of system has scanned, registered and submitted all data into some hidden storage database. 

Apparently 'any alterations were consult with administrator. All data from corresponding subjects was included among the scanned records, sometimes blended into the narrative. Makes for easier storage and reading flow.' I wasn't the only one who fell into the reading then. 

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Real Author (Kittah): 

This story is not a typical female lead novel, not a lot of romance but coping in a post apocalypse. Which I don't get why female lead novels have to have a element of romance. It starts out as a diary should but further on, things change. The world around was the one we know of now but this story is later set in the unknown future. At times it can feel like I am trying to write a horror novel, but that's not what it is. This really is just a bumpy journey of a female character. 

I must rewrite my disclaimer which is the author note of chapter one. This seems like it relevant to today with the global pandemic. However the inspiration is my personal experience during the swine flu outbreak in the UK around 2012 or 2013. The majority of this story is prewritten but I have been changing it since putting it online. 

And, yes story does spill over into the author notes. You will understand in the later chapters. It's a writer's choose.

May the odds be in your favor.


"Les brebis Le suivent, parce qu'elles connaissent Sa voix..." Jn 10. 4
Dans le film "Fields of Dreams" (Titre français : "Jusqu'au bout du rêve"), le personnage principal, Ray Kinsella, joué par Kevin Costner, entend une petite voix qui ne cesse de lui répéter : 
"Si tu le construis, il viendra te voir." 
Il finit par comprendre qu'il doit construire un terrain de baseball au milieu de son champ de maïs. 
Il aurait pu ignorer cette petite voix insignifiante et continuer à vivre sa vie monotone de fermier dans l'Iowa. 
Mais il décide d'écouter et d'obéir sans trop savoir où cela va le mener. Pendant longtemps il se demande vraiment la raison pour laquelle il doit créer ce terrain de baseball. 
A la fin du film le spectateur découvre qu'ainsi les relations brisées entre Ray et son père maintenant décédé, peuvent être restaurées au-delà de la mort. 
D'avoir écouté et obéi à cette voix, que lui seul entendait, lui a apporté paix et épanouissement dans la vie.
Noé entendit le même genre de "petite voix" qui lui disait de construire une arche. 
Samuel entendit aussi cette voix qui l'appelait dans la nuit. 
Esaïe a écrit : "Tu entendras une voix derrière toi qui te dira : 'Voici la bonne voie. Suis-la, que ce soit en tournant à gauche ou à droite'..." (Es 30. 21).
Dieu notre Père n'a pas cessé de s'adresser à Ses enfants depuis l'époque de Noé, Samuel ou Esaïe. 
Néanmoins, pour L'entendre, encore faut-il apprendre à écouter ! 
Comment le faire ? 
En adoptant une attitude qui nous aidera à reconnaître Sa voix. 
Habakuk a dit : 
"Je vais me placer à mon poste de garde, je vais me tenir sur le rempart ; je vais guetter pour voir ce qu'Il me dira..." (Ha 2. 1). 
Et Charles Spurgeon a écrit : 
"Adoptez la posture d'un homme droit qui attend patiemment d'entendre la voix qui va le guider, et bien vite Dieu s'adressera à vous pour vous dire : "Va de l'avant..." 
Commencez chaque journée en prêtant attention à la voix du Père, avant de faire quoi que ce soit d'autre !

City A, minutes before the apocalypse.

It was noon, the birds were singing, and the bustle of the city was in full swing.

Rockford University

Rockford University was known for its great influence and incredible talents, after all to even qualify for it, you needed a great talent or a powerful family background.
With more than 100,000 students, it has an area of ​​100 acres. Includes: female / male dormitory, laboratory, observatory, gym, soccer field, basketball court, tennis court, swimming pool, theater, supermarkets, restaurants, and countless other facilities that any student can access.

Meanwhile, in a window on the second floor of the men's dormitory, a handsome young man could be seen, he seemed to be around 18 years old, with some captivating violet eyes, along with his chiseled face and short jet black hair, they seemed to give him a look totally diabolical.

This young man was named after Axel, a martial arts practitioner, as well as a student at Rockford University.

Axel was currently preparing to head to his next class, that of course was until a status screen appeared along with a countdown in front of his face:

[Get ready for a new era! The countdown begins ...

 5...

 4...

 3...

 2...

 1...

Survive, get stronger and have fun! Let the game begin!]

"Hmm, what is this supposed to mean?" Alex wondered puzzled.

He raised his right hand and realized that he was carrying a stick that appeared to be made of metal.

Just as he looked at it, the status screen reappeared.

[Stick for beginners, Weapon level 1 Attack 0-5, durability 100/100.  Please make good use of this weapon to survive]

Ending the message he reappeared this time with what appeared to be his status.

[Status]

[Name: Axel]

[Age: 18 Years]

[Gender; Male]

[Level 1]

[Race: Human]

[Abilities:]

[Objects: Stick for Beginners]

[Strength: 17]

[Agility: 15]

[Stamina: 16]

[Spirit; 15]

[Vitality: 12]

"I see, apparently this is like an RPG game, but from what I read this shit won't bring any good" Clicking his tongue in annoyance, Axel turned and looked out the window.

It seemed a whole new world, the sunny noon sun was nowhere to be seen, black clouds had obstructed it giving the city a feeling of depression.

People ran and screamed in desperation being chased and eaten alive by what appeared to be zombies.

Countless vehicles collided and created accidents, the city was in chaos.

Axel, noticing the new atmosphere, got to work, gripping the metal-looking stick tightly, and headed for the door.

Opening the door carefully and exiting without making any noise, he made his way to his first victim.

'If I have a status screen and even a level, I probably have to kill these guys, to level up and get stronger, at least I have to try'

He carefully approached the zombie and once close he prepared to kill him.

With a careful and strong swing he hit the zombie directly on the head, with pieces of brain and gray matter, the body of the zombie fell and disappeared on the ground.

"Great, the sound was probably loud enough to alert the other zombies, ah ~ Fu–"

[Ding!]

Before he even finished cursing, he could hear a small sound, looking ahead and returning to his room he noticed his status screen.

[! Congratulations you were chosen by the gacha system, this is not an op system, the strongest system or some of that shit like that, this system only offers you gacha and voila, by the way it is not a conscious system either, so no  it will help you with none of that ~]

"..." Axel was speechless

[Anyway I'm just a guide for your gacha system, it's time for you to see your new status and check out the new features]

[Status]

[Name: Axel]

[Age: 18 Years]

[Gender: Male]

[Level 2]

[DC: 10] (Dawn Coins) (They are used for gacha, kill enemies and depending on your level get Dawn Coins, then spend DC on gacha tickets to spin the wheel and get amazing things!)

[Bloodline: None] (Exclusive to the owner of the gacha system, at least in this world, buy black tickets, spin the wheel and get amazing bloodlines!)

[Race: Human]

[Abilities: ]

[Objects: Stick for Beginners]

[Strength: 17]

[Agility: 15]

[Stamina: 16]

[Spirit; 15]

[Vitality: 12]

[Congratulations on reaching level 2, you will be rewarded with 2 SP (Stat Points), Add points to your attributes and get stronger!]

The beginning of a new age.

Zombies and mutated animals everywhere.

Anarchy, Corruption, Murders, Rapes and others.

The world is not like before.

Watch Axel's path to the top, evolving and getting stronger, Spilling rivers of blood, destroying sects, kingdoms, camps, gangs and getting countless beauties.

Join Axel and his growing Harem through this new post-apocalyptic world.

(You will probably see similarities with GDW, after all I took some things from said novel, whatever, enjoy the novel and do not be too harsh with your criticism, after all this is my first novel, I will do what I can to improve :D, my english it's so bad, i'm sorry :c)

Ciudad A, Minutos antes del apocalipsis.

Era mediodia, los pajaros cantaban y el bullicio de la ciudad estaba en pleno apogeo.

Universidad Rockford

La Universidad Rockford se destacaba por su gran influencia e increibles talentos, despues de todo para poder siquiera acceder a esta, se necesitaba un gran talento o un poderoso fondo familiar. 
Con más de 100,000 estudiantes, tiene un área de 100 acres. Incluye: dormitorio femenino / masculino, laboratorio, observatorio, gimnasio, cancha de fútbol, ​​cancha de básquetbol, ​​cancha de tenis, piscina, teatro, supermercados, restaurantes e innumerables otras instalaciones a la que cualquier estudiante puede acceder.

Mientras tanto, en una ventana del segundo piso del dormitorio de hombres, se podía ver a un apuesto joven, parecía tener alrededor de 18 años, con unos cautivadores ojos violeta, junto con su rostro cincelado y pelo corto negro azabache, parecían darle un aspecto totalmente diabolico.

Este joven llevaba el nombre de Axel, practicante de artes marciales, asi como tambien estudiante de la Universidad Rockford.

Actualmente Axel se estaba preparando para dirigirse a su proxima clase, eso por supuesto era hasta que apareció una pantalla de estado junto con una cuenta regresiva frente a su cara:

[¡Preparate para una nueva era!, La cuenta regresiva comienza... 

5...

4...

3...

2...

1... 

¡Sobrevive, hazte mas fuerte y diviertete!, ¡Que el juego comience!]

"Hmm?, ¿Que se supone que significa esto?" Alex se preguntó desconcertado.

Levantó su mano derecha y se dio cuenta que llevaba un palo que parecía estar hecho de metal.

justo cuando lo miró, volvió a aparecer la pantalla de estado.

[Palo para principiantes, Arma de nivel 1 Ataque de 0-5, durabilidad 100/100. Por favor, haga un buen uso de esta arma para sobrevivir]

Finalizando el mensaje volvió a aparecer esta vez con lo que parecía ser su estado.

[Estado]

[Nombre: Axel]

[Edad: 18 Años]

[Genero: Masculino]

[Nivel: 1]

[Raza: Humano]

[Habilidades:]

[Objetos: Palo para principiantes]

[Fuerza: 17]

[Agilidad: 15]

[Resistencia: 16]

[Espiritu; 15]

[Vitalidad: 12] 

"Ya veo, al parecer esto es como un juego RPG, pero por lo que leí esta mierda no traera nada bueno" Chasqueando la lengua molesto, Axel se giró y miró por la ventana.

Parecía un mundo completamente nuevo, el sol soleado del mediodia no se veia por ningun lado, nubes negras lo habían obstruido dandole a la ciudad un sentimiento de depresion.

Personas corrían y gritaban con desesperacion siendo perseguidos y comidos vivos por lo que parecian ser zombies.

Innumerables vehiculos chocaban y creaban accidentes, la ciudad estaba en caos.

Axel dandose cuenta de la nueva atmosfera, se puso manos a la obra, sujeto con fuerza el palo de aspecto metalico y se dirigio a la puerta.

Abriendo la puerta con cuidado y saliendo sin hacer ningun ruido, camino hacia su primera victima.

'Si tengo una pantalla de estado e incluso un nivel, probablemente tenga que matar a estos tipos, para subir de nivel y hacerme mas fuerte, por lo menos tengo que intentarlo'

Con cuidado se acerco al zombie y una vez cerca se preparó para matarlo.

Con un balanceo cuidadoso y fuerte golpeó al zombie directo en la cabeza, con pedazos de cerebro y materia gris, el cuerpo del zombie cayo y desaparecio en el suelo.

"Genial, probablemente el sonido fue lo suficiente fuerte como para alertar a los otros zombies, ah~ mier–"

[¡Ding!]

Antes de siquiera terminar de maldecir, pudo escuchar un pequeño sonido, mirando hacía adelante y volviendo a su habitacion se dio cuenta de su pantalla de estado.

[!Felicidades fuiste elegido por el sistema gacha, esto no es un sistema op, el sistema mas fuerte o alguna de esa mierda por el estilo, este sistema solo te ofrece gacha y listo, por cierto tampoco es un sistema consciente, asi que no te ayudara en nada de eso~]

"..." Axel se quedo sin habla

[Como sea solo soy una guia para tu sistema gacha, es hora de que veas tu nuevo estado y cheques las nuevas funciones]

[Estado] 

[Nombre: Axel]

[Edad: 18 Años]

[Genero: Masculino]

[Nivel: 2]

[DC: 10] (Dawn Coins) (Sirven para el gacha, mata enemigos y dependiendo de su nivel consigue Dawn Coins, despues gasta dc en boletos gacha para girar la rueda y conseguir cosas sorprendentes!) 

[Linea de Sangre: Ninguna] (Exclusivo del propietario del sistema gacha, por lo menos en este mundo, compra boletos negros, gira la rueda y consigue sorprendentes lineas de sangre!)

[Raza: Humano]

[Habilidades: ] 

[Objetos: Palo para principiantes] 

[Fuerza: 17] 

[Agilidad: 15] 

[Resistencia: 16] 

[Espiritu; 15] 

[Vitalidad: 12] 

[¡Felicidades por alcanzar el nivel 2, se te recompensara con 2 SP (Stat Points o Puntos de estadistica), Agrega puntos a tus atributos y hazte mas fuerte!]











El comienzo de una nueva era.

Zombies y Animales mutados por doquier.

Anarquia, Corrupcion, Asesinatos, Violaciones y demas.

El mundo ya no es como antes.

Observa el camino de Axel a la cima, evolucionando y haciendose mas fuerte, Derramando rios de sangre, destruyendo sectas, reinos, campamentos, pandillas y consiguiendo a innumerables bellezas.

Acompaña a Axel y su creciente Harem por este nuevo mundo post-apocaliptico.

(Es probable que veas similitudes con GDW, despues de todo agarré algunas cosas de dicha novela, como sea, disfruta la novela y no seas demasiado duro con tus criticas, despues de todo esta es mi primera novela, haré lo que pueda por mejorar :D)

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